Lex Bronx sat quietly in the back seat of his Rolls Royce as his driver navigated through the streets of Dartford. He watched the side of the pavement with bored interest as they drive past. He was heading to the meeting Kyrian had set up for him with someone whose name he had refused to tell him.He played a little mental game where he tried to guess who he was going to meet in this clandestine meeting. 'Foreign investor who wants to see what our god is all about? 'He thought to himself but he quickly passed over the thought. They hadn't made enough impact to attract the attention of foreign investors. 'The congregation is growing by the day and faith in Scar will make him stronger as he told Damon. A god gets stronger as more amount of people start worshipping him. He said that the only reason he has survived this long was because our family had always worshipped him and given him a little strength to live through the next day' Lex thought to himself with pride as he realized that

Damon Fisher stood at the expansive windows of his penthouse, gazing out into the bright night of Dartford City. The night was alive with the hum of urban life down below but still Damon's mind was somewhere else. He was thinking of the various ways to move his plans along faster and how to sniff out the threat that is Leonardo Dubois. He was pulled out of his contemplation by the sudden ping of his encrypted communication system, a sleek, black touchscreen that laid on his desk a few feet away. He walked away from the window and tucked his tjoghts into the back of his head and approached the touchscreen with a measured pace. He frowned as he activated the device to reveal a message with the digital signature of the Jones Corporation. It bore the unmistakable digital signature of Helen Jones on the top of her message. The words written on the screen filled him with a chilling feeling of despair. *Your friend Lex Bronx is dead. And I am coming for the rest of you* *Helen Jo

Hazel sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, boxes half-filled all around her. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on posters of her favorite bands and dreamy landscapes. Her fingers traced absent patterns on the box she should be packing, but her mind wandered elsewhere to someone else.Leonardo Dubois.His name echoed like a song in her head. She'd first seen on that cool evening when he flagged down her car and she felt the connection they shared as members of the Divine Clan. Leo had a mysterious air that drew Hazel in. They'd exchanged a few words the night before when he came in to tell her that she had to be packed by mid morning the next day, she nodded sheepishly as she kept on wishing he would find another reason to keep talking to her.Since then, Leo filled her head and she had not been able to go back to sleep. She let her Imaginations run wild with him, sometimes in her thoughts he was a hero. Other times, a quiet confidant, listening to her deepe

Leo Dubois sat in his room in the hideout for him and Ross and sighed deeply as he let his thoughts predict their next movements and try to find out a solution to the mess they found themselves in.The ringing of the phone penetrated his thoughts and brought him out of his contemplation. Leo looked at his phone and it was an anonymous number that was calling him. He checked the time. It was late, to late to be receiving an call from an anonymous number."Leo Dubois," he answered, his voice steady and commanding."Leo, it's Kyrian," came the urgent voice of Kyrian on the other end. "We've got a problem."Leo's brow furrowed slightly with concern. Kyrian was not one to panic easily, which meant this was serious. He couldn't deal with more bad news not this late in the night. "What's going on, Kyrian?""It's Damon" Kyrian replied panicked to the core "He's found out about me. I think he knows because he just sent me a message telling me that he knew what I did and that he's coming for me

Leo sat across from Helen for the first time in three weeks since Scar called the hunt on him. It was the first chance theme gotten to talk since the incident and Leo had a lot to talk about. Leo sat across from Helen for the first time in three weeks since Scar called the hunt on him. It was the first chance theme gotten to talk since the incident and Leo had a lot to talk about. "You told Damon Fisher about our informant?" Leo's voice was low, laced with disbelief and a hint of betrayal. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched in restrained anger.Helen met his gaze with defiance, though beneath her steely facade, guilt simmered. "Yes, I did" she admitted, her voice tinged with regret but also with the weight of unresolved anger."He deserved to die, Kyrian played a part in my grandfather's death, Leo. You know what that means to me."Leo's nostrils flared slightly as he fought to contain his rising temper. "And you think this justifies jeopardizing everything we've worked for?" His